Come gather, have hope today. Come gather, know glory all the way. The heart you wear is a swear (oath or pledge) a place you know that is near. Come capture loving hearts. Come gather with me and my soul will set us free. Know love is kind always, when purification leads the day. Come hope fill inside your heart. Know love will surely impart. We have fun under the sun when our glory is shared. Make love and be aware.

My soul gather to me . .* . .* . .* . . *. . Come feel the rolling sneeze (a strong wind blows us forwards). There a story is known. Come glory find a home. What was yesterday has shown us the way. I feel you troubled in the horizon plane, where song and dance is supposed to gain. Hold my hand let us be aware, my soul does long to share.

The grain of sand show me time, even when I feel I am sow blind. Come shoulder divinity. Come gather close to me. Come gather for all to sea (vision with a heart). Make love to the sky above. Make love to the ground below. Make love for all to know.

There I stand upon a shore, a place I adore. Come close I will share. Walk closer, let's be aware. Now in time we are on the run. We are taking to have sum fun, but our footprints weren't aware, now we watch and compare. We are going home to where there is a living sun. No comparison is known, only gifts from everyone. Sharing is a story to be known. Sharing is a place to be sown.

There lies in time a sacred seed, where Mother knows to bleed (suffering for those who love, the red road) and Father comes on home, delivery is about to be sown. We are excited without fear. We know love is very near.

I take your hand and say, "I understand". I hold you close and of course the shore is close and of course the shore is close. Our hearts united as one, all family under the sun. The gaining of time on the run, the gaining of love. My heart is near this day. My love won't shout and run away. But my anger will step up to the plate. My soul won't take, instead I will demand love. I will say, "Bow to God (whole) above and recognize god (part of whole) in each one and recognize love is a storm".

The hills and valleys come on home. Children walk the red road, where law of love and children are everywhere. We are born small and grand. Here I make my stand.

Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!